In April her praise became still warmer, only she regretted that Kuni's pretty face was losing its fresh colour and her well-formed figure its roundness.

She was sorry, too, that she so often seemed lost in thought, and appeared less merry while playing with the children.
Lienhard and his young wife excused the girl's manner.

Comfortable as she was now, she was still a prisoned bird.

It would be unnatural, nay, suspicious, if she did not sometimes long for the old freedom and her former companions.

She would also remember at times the applause of the multitude.